Queens Birthday Weekend.
I woke up, the clock beside my bed said 09:58, Sat 31st May. The small of the stove turning off filled the air of my bedroom. I slowly got out of bed and put on my dressing gown. My dad was making french toast and when he saw me coming he turned the stove back on. In ten minutes I was stuffed with french toast and orange juice.
Taylor, you didn't give me much to read but what I read was good. Your ideas would have been amazing if you had finished. Well done! :)
ReplyDeleteTaylor, this a good detailed piece you have some good vocab and good ideas. I like the way you write about your senses. I'm not sure weather or not you have finished, I assume you haven't so this would have turned out to be a good piece of writing.
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yum.... french toast... ;) x
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